Our Little Friend

So, it has been a long time since the last awkward event in my life. Really, I think that since starting this blog, my awkward moments have just stopped happening. Sad. Anyway, today I come to you not with an awkward moment, but with a funny story. Of sorts.

So the other day, Sunday to be exact, my roommate found a cockroach in her shower. It was between the shower curtain and the liner, just hanging out, keeping warm. It was huge. I mean, we're talking mammoth here. Seriously. So anyway, roommate comes over to my room and is like "we have a problem." So I unassumingly ask what's wrong and she tells me the news. Then we proceed to stare at the little critter for 10 minutes trying to decide what to do with it, all the while watching him to make sure he doesn't creep off and go live in the couch or someone's bed. Meanwhile, time is ticking and we're running late for church. Never a good thing, but if you know me, you know it happens often. SO, we finally come up with a plan. We're going to take the curtain rod down, slide the curtain off of the rod and quickly take the curtain downstairs to the dumpster on our way to church. Solid idea, right? Wrong. After much debate as to who should be the lucky one to remove the rod, I rise to the occasion and begin to pull. BUT, much to our dismay, I realize that the entire rod is going to fall if I pull any more. Well, duh. But anyway, we needed someone to hold onto the curtain as I was pulling. Second roommate comes to the rescue and steps up to hold the curtain. As she is grabbing the curtain, our little friend drops a bit, causing quite a ruckus from us. We run out of the bathroom and regroup. We decide that probably wasn't the greatest idea after all. Now we're out of ideas AND time. Fortunately, second roommate has a lovely friend of the male persuasion whom we can call on in times of trouble. We called him and he said he would come over. In the mean time, first roommate and I head off to church in order to pray for the removal of all cockroaches from the earth. In the midst of our prayers, we receive a text message from second roommate informing us that our "friend" has been taken care of. What a relief! We return from church, bug killer in tow, to learn that our "friend" was indeed taken care of, and that it was quite an exciting event. So, now we have vacuumed our suite and are in the process of spraying bug killer at every possible opening to the outside world. There will be no more "friends" in our suite.

Well, there you have it. The story of how 3 adult women (and I can say that now because we are all 21, and that makes you an adult, don't you know) were terrified by a measly bug. That's right.